The Flower God Club is specially held for women, and the men are just foils, so the three judges of the Flower God Club are, Ye Mingshen's three brothers. And the talent show, mainly to watch the women, the men are just to cheer up, happy to perform, if you are not in the mood, you can not perform, the lot drawing activity, only the women participate.

The princes occupied the position of the judges, and as the high-profile eldest son of the Qin family, Qin Muchen was naturally inevitably promoted, and the first performance talent was regarded as the first ceremony of the opening.

The ladies drew lots in turn, returned to their seats and secretly checked the rankings, with different joys and sorrows. After the drawing of lots, everyone looked at Qin Muchen and wanted to hear him blow the flute. Once, he was a talented man in the capital, and his writing was brilliant, and a jade flute made many noble women lose their hearts. Since he fell asleep for more than a year, he has not had the opportunity to listen to him play, and today is a rare opportunity again, and everyone is looking forward to it.

It was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, Qin Muchen had no choice but to step out of his seat, stand in the central open space, and serve his little servant Yongan in time to present a jade flute. I saw that the jade flute was pure white and flawless, and only a gold ring was inlaid in the middle, even people who didn't know the goods could guess that it was worth a lot when they saw it.

Qin Muchen took the jade flute from Yong'an's hand, turned his eyes and glanced at Mu Xi deeply, and then aimed his lips at Xiao Kou. Everyone was immediately silent when they saw his action, they knew that Qin Muchen was about to start playing.

Everyone didn't dare to come out with a single one, for fear that the sound they made would affect Qin Muchen, and the scene was quiet and a needle drop could be heard. Mu Xi couldn't help but be interested, and listened quietly.

A low and tactful flute sound poured out, like a lover's gentle touch, which was refreshing. Then it is even lower, as if a lover suffering from lovesickness is pouring out his heart in a low voice, which makes the nose of the listener sour and arouses the thoughts in his heart.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute was raised, causing the people who were immersed in fantasy to suddenly come back to their senses, and at this time, the sound of the flute turned back to a low voice. This song, lingering and soft with sharpness, seems to be a determined lover, even if the sword mountain and the sea of fire can not cut off their affection, that determination is particularly prominent in the sound of the flute.

Mu Xi looked at Qin Muchen meaningfully, and Qin Muchen's gaze was also occasionally cast on her. She always felt that Qin Muchen seemed to want to express something to herself through the sound of the flute, and she might be able to guess what he wanted to express.

He has Mu Qingyao in his heart, and she is not the person in his heart, she also has others in her heart. By mistake, her soul pierced here and occupied Mu Qingyao's body, but she couldn't protect her relationship. I only hope that one day Qin Muchen can let go of this relationship, after all, the deceased is gone, and everything cannot go back to the past.

Opening her palm, looking at the small note lying quietly in her palm, Mu Xi sighed helplessly, she was going to be the first to appear. Although she was born in the modern era, she has more than enough knowledge to cope with such activities.

Lin Chuqing and Yang Yue are called the double sisters of the capital, but she is not afraid that she will steal the limelight from others. But now, as an "amnesiac", can she shirk the talent of acting? She really wasn't in the mood to show any talent to these ancients, and she was like a monkey.

Qin Muchen's song ended, and everyone was still immersed in the sound of his flute and couldn't extricate themselves, but Ye Mingqin couldn't bear it, and stretched his neck curiously and asked, "Which of you drew the first?" ”

His words also aroused everyone's curiosity, and Mu Xi stood up stubbornly under the watchful eye of everyone, already cursing the eventful Ye Mingqin in a circle in his heart.

Seeing Mu Xi step out of his seat, Ye Mingqin opened his mouth wide, and said in his heart: Such a coincidence? It wouldn't be so unlucky, would it?

Seeing Mu Xi's appearance of going to the execution ground, he also guessed that he would not be mistaken, so he touched his nose and comforted: "Mu Xi, your luck is really good, this first was actually drawn by you, a good omen, a good omen." ”

Mu Xi lowered his head and couldn't help but roll his eyes, what kind of good luck is this, it's just going out and stepping on shit, unlucky. But that's already the case, and I can only accept my fate.

She leaned over slightly and said to the three princes: "The folk girl doesn't know anything else except for some medical skills, which inevitably swept everyone's interest, can the folk girl abstain and be performed by the next one?" ”

Without waiting for the three princes to speak, the county lord of Yangyue stood up and said first: "How can this be done, all the girls who are invited to participate in the flower god meeting and have not left the pavilion must show a talent to show their respect for the flower god Niangniang, if Miss Mu abstains, she is only afraid of causing an ominous situation."

Zuo is just a talent, you just pick what you are good at, even if you sing us a little country song, it doesn't hurt. ”

Yang Yue seems to be thinking about Mu Xi, but in fact, she is secretly humble, and everyone present is not a fool, anyone can hear it, and what's more, some people are already snickering and whispering in their sleeves.

If this was left on other girls, it would probably be embarrassing to wipe her tears, Mu Xi not only did not wipe her tears, but also gave Yang Yue a salute, looked at her gratefully and said: "What the county lord said is very true, since it is the rule of the Flower God Society, how can it be an exception because of Mu Xi, Mu Xi should thank the county lord for his reminder." Speaking of talent, Mu Xi is indeed not proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he went to the Northern Desert before, but he learned a dance, if everyone does not dislike it, Mu Xi will dance that dance. ”

Mu Xi kept her head down, although she couldn't see her expression clearly, but her calm and calm appearance was not something ordinary people could do, and Lin Chuqing affirmed that she was not simple.

She didn't think like Xiang Yangyue, thinking that Mu Xi's next dance was a country dance that was difficult to get into the hall of elegance. From beginning to end, Mu Xi was silent and very low-key, how could such a person's mind be comparable to ordinary people.

What she cares about is what Mu Xi experienced in the dead city and the night floating clouds, and in the end, the dead city was changed to Yunxi City, and what was the relationship between them. Thinking of the three words Yunxi City, Lin Chuqing looked at Mu Xi's eyes, and unconsciously became sharp.

Under the attention of everyone, Mu Xi slowly walked to the center of the venue, and bowed to the three princes sitting in the center: "The people's girls are not talented, and they are ugly." ”

After speaking, she looked up at the sky, pinched her thumb and index finger, raised her hands above her head, straightened her waist, and half-bent one foot back, as if leading her neck to look, her eyes were shining, and she was like an elf at this moment, indescribably smart and cheerful.

I saw her hands and feet dancing together, her waist was soft and boneless, and she writhed, smooth and free, and all her movements were very natural, without any stiffness and rustiness.

This kind of dance, the people present have never seen it, and they can see it one by one, as if the dancing in front of them is not an ordinary Mu Xi, but an elf who has fallen into the mortal dust by mistake.

Yang Yue's expression that was originally watching the show instantly became gloomy, and her eyes stared at Mu Xi who was dancing happily for a moment. Mu Xi is immersed in her own dance, her heart is free and independent, but she is damn fascinating.

Yang Yue wanted to tear Mu Xi's innocent and harmless, joyful smile, she tried her best to restrain her inner impulse, turned her eyes to look at Ye Mingshen, only to see his soft eyes, and the corners of his lips stared at Mu Xi who kept dancing with a smile, as if he was deeply immersed in it.

Yang Yue's heart tightened, her clenched fists, her long nails had sunk into the white and tender flesh, and a tingling pain came, and she regained her senses. Mu Xi, must not stay, it used to be, and now it is.